One thing that I really love about blogging is being able to look back at some of my previous posts and remind myself where I've been. That being said, it recently dawned on me that I have a pretty amazing story to share. (How did I not think to share this sooner??)
Nearly 2 years ago, I wrote THIS blog post. Go back and read it. It won't take long - I promise.
TLDR (too long, didn't read)??? If so, shame on you. But the shortened version goes like this: In 2013, I was 'incorrectly' scheduled at my clinic with the wrong doctor. At the appointment, upon realizing that I was scheduled with the wrong doctor, the doctor switched the conversation and said that he was reading the Bible that morning and he felt like the verse he read was intended to be shared with me. Then, he prayed for me (yes, a medical doctor). After that, I went on my merry way and was rescheduled with the correct doctor. I was clearly overwhelmed by the experience, hence why I wrote a blog post about it on July 30, 2013.
Little did I know that God had plans to continue that story a little over a year later.
Really quickly: I just have to say that it truly is amazing to see God work in your life. I don't believe that anything occurs by happenstance. I 100% award God with the credit.
Fast forward to October 29, 2014. My husband and I had, for the first time ever, seen our little miracle baby growing inside my womb via an ultrasound scan. After the doctor appointment, our fertility doctor gave us the all-clear to see a regular OBGYN.
We met with the intake prenatal nurse, and during our orientation, she explained that we needed to pick a primary doctor to see during the pregnancy. Upon selecting our doctor, she then proceeded with scheduling all of our appointments - all the way until our due date.
On November 6, 2014, only a few days after our initial prenatal appointment, I walked into the same doctor's office where I had been back in 2013 by 'accident.' This time was different though. In 2013, I was an emotional wreck with this doctor whom I was 'incorrectly' scheduled with. I was in desperation for God to hear my prayers. The whole appointment revolved around the question of, 'why am I not pregnant yet?' In 2014, with the very same doctor, I was now sitting in front of the man who had became my primary physician during our pregnancy. Assuming he is on-call or working when I go into labor, this very man will also be delivering Kensington Grace in June.
God stepped into my life, back in July 2013, when I was desperate. I desperately needed to know that he could hear my prayers. When I left that appointment in 2013, I was touched and came to the realization that YES, God was listening. But he was also saying, "Hold on... it's just not time yet."
Who would've known that God would use a prenatal doctor to speak right to me? That's the amazing thing about God - he steps in exactly when you need him the most.
I am thrilled to say that my prenatal doctor continues to impress me with his medical knowledge and with his desire to share his faith too. I know that my daughter and I are in good hands with this doctor and with God's protection!